SDL/EDL in Glasgow Saturday 25th Feb.

I arrived around 11 and found my friends and a group of around 50+ Anti-Fa, including a sound system waiting . There was a heavy police presence, but no Section 60 in force, which surprised me.

There was a loose line of police cordoning off the bottom of St Enoch’s Square, but I just walked through it without being challenged, as did many people out shopping. A large group of antis were stood near this line, but I suppose the line looked intimidating to walk through, or the cops wouldn't let them. Arriving beyond the line, I found my buddy, and a circle of police was formed in the centre of the square. Initially 2 Anti’s had been in this space, but the cops wouldn’t let me join them. The 2 antis left, then 30-40 minutes later, we saw a squad of 30 fash march round the corner and into the pre-formed cop circle. Then a bus disgorged about 30 more. Despite unconfirmed reports of other fash sighted around town and the South side, 60 was the highest number they had in the Square.
The anti’s were now behind the cop line which I had walked through earlier, which was by now a tight cordon. Only a few antis chose to walk round the adjacent streets to join us in our prime position. The fash stood around in the kettle for around an hour or so, occasionally goading the anti-fash, and moronically singing ‘Rule Brittania’. For the first time in my life I was pleased to have a police helicopter overhead, as it drowned out the silly fash chants and ‘singing’. A few antis near us who shouted back were roughly moved away by cops, while the boneheads were allowed to shout all the wanted.

A banner with Edinburgh SDL, and a Cross of St George with NWI (North West Idiots) were prominent. English flags really don’t go down well in Glasgow, but they are too stupid to know this. I spotted a sign accusing MSP’s (Members of the Scottish Parliament) of fascism!? and one or two more confusing signs held by equally confused eedjits..

Then eventually the EDL faction were papped onto a bus out of town, leaving the Scottish contingent numbering 25, who were herded onto the underground to go home.

All the while they were there, ordinary Glasgow punters were walking by, hardly even noticing the fash presence, or laughing it off if they did notice. As a wee guy outside a pub said, ‘Well, if that’s all they are, we’ve got nothing to worry about’.